Knees

Looks like this spring was the tipping point - I finally broke down and bought a pair of knee pads. Sure, the need for these things has been sneaking up on me - I've found myself grabbing my Sainted wife's "gardening aids" for kneeling-related work outside. 

And at my age, getting down on one's knees - and worse, getting back up off them - is quite a production, so any assistance in this department is most welcome. 

Knee pads it was. 

Put those suckers on and you can prance about like a pro. Actually, they sort of give me a sailor's swagger. AND I cut quite the figure of "I'm doing manly stuff" with the women. 

Still waiting for that last bit to kick in.